Born in a summer
bathed by the blood of Genoa,
overturned by the heat and the hedonist fury of
entertainment at all costs, produced during
another emigration fortunately in Rome, inspired
by the experience of a love story contrasted by
prejudices and inevitably lost, these images
speaks a lot about my being radically,
passionally, painfully Florense.

With
various expressive techniques and various functions,
in the course of the years, in my
works on several occasions (as an example mine are
the panels in coloured granite mosaic on the road
crossing between the sport field and the cemetery;
Palla-Palla, summer 2000), re-appear the motifs and
the colours of the
bedspreads of my early childhood.

In
a dramatic summer like this, with a
future of glacier-melting, reappear naturally this
will of belongings to a particular ancient culture,
an identification research in sure roots even in a
form of new expression in the used instruments and
materials.

What
the East evokes is in general homage to mine
juvenile passionate studies on the Yoga
and the Zen, and to the
elimination of the prejudgments specific to these
philosophies.

The
proposed images are neither a precious "Ozaturo"
(bed-spread), neither a delicate "ncullerata"
(brocade), are more modestly small virtual worlds,
entirely built with the computer, in which I shelter
each time I fear the future of the human
being. More I travel, grow, work, become
cosmopolitan, more I tie to my origins, trusting
in the idea that the development of the Man
consists in the diversification of the Cultures,
in its exchange in a pacific cohabitation,and not in their
flatting imposed with the hunger
and the war.